K and I moved a veritable buttload of George Carlin micronized “stuff” for the last ten days. Detaching all cables, ectoplasmic ghost tentacles, and gravitational psychic suctoids has been a real pleasure I can tell you. Tractor beaming it out of the haunted house while the ghosts gnash their teeth and scream and cry, Wild Thangs style, “oh please oh please don’t go we’ll eat you up we smash you so”, is an exercise in self-pyro-flagellation.

How many twisted ankles, auto-inject splinters, cloudy day sunburns, phantom mosquito bites, miniature cuts, blunt skin scratches, smooshed toe blister, achy-breaky muscles hit points you got? Well, looks like K and I ain’t down and out yet, though wow what a slow ride, take it beastly.

But the alcohol saints have been keeping us in plenty of in-between meal snacks. A little muscle relaxant goes a long way in keeping the insanity people and android soul creamulators away. I’m using my soulsword on full power, banishing those demonoid phenomenons from Chucky doll’s foul orifice (which one?). Maybe the alcohol saints are loving the spectacle. Who will challenge McCoy in THIS day and age, eh? Luck of the Irish I suppose, with a heap of K’s fatalistic viking plunge ahead with all-out Excalburt whammo.

The animals are all over the place right now. Last night while driving home a load in the trans-dimensional hatchback Micro-blue, a deer with horns crossed the street. During the day there’s tons of hawks everywhere, looking for munchy mouseguts or delicious bird nuggets. If you can’t see them, you can sure hear them screeching like the cartoon in Hawk The Slayer!

Driving through traffic on the way to the store for the umpteenth time to get lightbulbs, or cleanser, or any number of post-haunted house tidy-up you can’t remember because your brain is on auto-pilot, I heard the baying of a goat. It’s a freaking two road with two lanes each multi-hyperspace bypass full of droids in cars, for Goodness sake. It must have been in somebody’s vehicle, but I didn’t see any vehicles but four doors and minivans. Chaos!

On UFO Girl Hill, the rabbits were playing with each other, jumping and prancing about while munching on the rarified fairy grass that surrounds the hill. Chippie was maneuvering about, collecting seeds. And huge yellow damsel-fly like bug was waiting for us on the door handle. Can you dig it? BUG city. As in bugging out and calling it even, bugging out and losing your marbles, bugging off because this house for dwarfs and dimensional shamblers just ain’t got it for us no more.

Still, K and I have gotten a few walkies in around the magic lake. Bats everywhere eating the bugs buzzing our skulls. We found their lair, and its a perfect spot. Heating and cooling all in one, water, bugs, all the whole nine yards. These bats are batty batty batty! They are getting down, they are rocking the mike, they are eating their faces full of bugs! Eat them all up yum, dudes and dudettes, we’ll keep walkin’ on and bring ya the summer BBQ livin’ is easy howlaroo.

The cats have been transfered, and are taking the new honeycomb hideout well. The lack of haunted house doom agrees with them, and how! New bed, new rest, deep sleep. I dreamt K and I had climbed out of a sewer-cave, ancient forgotten waterway with a sack full of dimaonds. Everyone was wanting to know how we did it, where we were.

Wow, Fred Meyer. I’m feelin’ it! The new coordinates are easing my mind and repairing all those built up stress points. Got Mother Mary’s assistant reminding me about my psychic kung fu lessons. With the freed energy points I’ll be able to get back to business!

enjoy the repair sequences. so so so so so so so so so so so so important.

ok just now as i write this out the office window i see across the street my neighbor’s two little girls. one of them about what, four? and her little sister maybe, two? big sister helping little sister make her way down the steps, big sister standing up and stepping down, and little sister plomping on her butt scooting down, then reaching a little foot and plomping again down. fucking beautiful.